tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post7513988111851477990..comments2023-10-21T05:56:15.949-06:00Comments on Utah Savage: BreakupUtah Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-70093434365341843762008-09-02T12:50:00.000-06:002008-09-02T12:50:00.000-06:00this made me sad. sad for the asshole timing and ...this made me sad. sad for the asshole timing and the fuckery you are dealing with.<BR/><BR/>it also awed me. how someone can be so open with the rawness of their feelings and the rockiness of their life.<BR/><BR/>I wish I could meet you. sigh.Non Je Ne Regrette Rienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02973542459591839879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-58023995104114768692008-09-01T23:41:00.000-06:002008-09-01T23:41:00.000-06:00Crap, why didn't I read this sooner, and why do I ...Crap, why didn't I read this sooner, and why do I think this post beautiful? Sad, but beautiful. Utah, I so have a friendship which fits about 98% of the characteristics of your friendship, including the editor on the memoir thing. And, I can soo see it being exactly where yours is in 20 years.<BR/><BR/>Dear, my love your way.<BR/><BR/>Maybe you are having a heart lesson rather than failure....Freida Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11489663202315694313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-74477653888926210812008-09-01T18:40:00.000-06:002008-09-01T18:40:00.000-06:00Linda, I love the Rumi poem--I have a book of Rumi...Linda, I love the Rumi poem--I have a book of Rumi poems, I'll have to unearth it and reread.<BR/><BR/>Randal, Lib, you are both linked in the next post. Sexy librarians will be the topic.<BR/><BR/>Linda, good to see you again. I hope you keep coming back. I'd blog roll you but for now I'm staying close to home and not visiting much. Later perhaps.Utah Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-17465854553628748152008-09-01T17:51:00.000-06:002008-09-01T17:51:00.000-06:00geez, with "friends" like that, who needs enemies....geez, with "friends" like that, who needs enemies....you'd be better off with enemies than the likes of him! sorry to hear you are having such a hard time...life can be a real bitch sometimes and seems we are in the bitch's heart right now...darlin', if you hang in, so will I!<BR/><BR/>and guess what...I actually believe in miracles!(AND I am Buddhist most of the time...)L'Adelaidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10725322054223364858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-72162353598575708392008-09-01T15:49:00.000-06:002008-09-01T15:49:00.000-06:00Utah I hope you get to feeling better. I have bee...Utah I hope you get to feeling better. I have been reading your blog but just lurking rather than commenting. You have a support network and you should use it. As for the old friend, maybe his pain at possibly losing you is causing him to back away from you. Just a thought.Life As I Know It Nowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03733963455243806298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-20364102308741415742008-09-01T07:39:00.000-06:002008-09-01T07:39:00.000-06:00I sure as hell can't follow any of that good stuff...I sure as hell can't follow any of that good stuff up, so a toast to you and everyone else.Randal Graveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08728992897551848531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-26263234423205875862008-09-01T06:33:00.000-06:002008-09-01T06:33:00.000-06:00honey, we are definitely sisters under the skin......honey, we are definitely sisters under the skin...especially when it comes to men. <BR/><BR/>as for death, my Buddhism has been a rock for me...once I truly knew in my bones -- not just cognitively know it like "yeah, everything dies", but truly know it viscerally -- it was liberation for me because now I fear nothing and I live my life to the fullest. I am fear-less. and it is joy.<BR/><BR/>I'll leave you with a Rumi poem:<BR/><BR/>THE GUEST HOUSE<BR/><BR/>This being human is a guest house.<BR/>every morning a new arrival.<BR/><BR/>A joy, a depression, a meanness,<BR/>some momentary awareness comes<BR/>as an unexpected visitor.<BR/><BR/>Welcome and entertain them all!<BR/>even if they are a crowd of sorrows,<BR/>who violently sweep your house<BR/>empty of its furniture,<BR/>still, treat each guest honorably.<BR/>He may be clearing you out<BR/>for some new delight.<BR/><BR/>The dark thought, the shame, the malice,<BR/>meet them at the door laughing<BR/>and invite them in.<BR/><BR/>Be grateful for whatever comes,<BR/>because each has been sent<BR/>as a guide from beyond.<BR/><BR/>I'm here for ya, sis....Linda-Samahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07664989345039365084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-63209701348269891592008-08-31T23:01:00.000-06:002008-08-31T23:01:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Vigilantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07640246609540057997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-17228247217448026922008-08-31T19:22:00.000-06:002008-08-31T19:22:00.000-06:00Thanks guys for coming by just now. It started to...Thanks guys for coming by just now. It started to rain a couple of hours ago and the temperature just dropped 20 degrees. I have been putting the computer to sleep to keep it from getting blown in a surge. It doesn't take much to cut the power here. Phillip insisted I get a good surge protector.<BR/><BR/>Ghost, you are waxing very poetic. When I first read your comment I got half way through and started sobbing. It took me awhile to finish. I actually think you got the musical cue right the first time even if it was a mistake.<BR/><BR/>Dcup, I think of you as a sister. I know you understand.<BR/><BR/>E. I can't begin to tell you how much your comment means to me. I started reading you just after you had your transplant. I saw you rise from the dead and get ready to adopt another child. Your ferocity of spirit has inspired and amazed me over and over. But what I read from you was never self pitying. I feel purely pitiful. You were so funny describing what cortisone did to your face. I remember your manic, sleepless nights, your first tentative steps back into the world of the living. So you see, I feel like a muling puking baby next to you. You are the ferocious mother determined to survive to protect her young. You are of heroic stature to me. Have I awarded you anything lately?Utah Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-69938911590937131482008-08-31T19:01:00.000-06:002008-08-31T19:01:00.000-06:00Don't count yourself out just yet, Utah. Having b...Don't count yourself out just yet, Utah. Having been where you are not long ago, I do understand the need to assess your life to date and wonder what it all means vis a vis other people in your life. Sometimes, as scared as you are at what might happen, it can almost seem easier to succumb than to fight. Especially if you look back and see where you might have a made a hash of some things.<BR/>Now that I'm on the other end of it all successfully, I read some of the things I wrote to myself and my family back then (when I was anticipating having to check out) and think "well, that was important for me to have thought and said at the time;" but now it feels like ancient history, and I'm damn glad I'm here to get the chance to write newer, happier letters. It's good to know you are going to die; more people should have that knowledge on a daily basis because it radically changes your worldview for the rest of your days (however many or few you have). All I'm saying is that you are not going anywhere anytime soon. For real. :)Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17587216740731401718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-47551892875622958902008-08-31T18:26:00.000-06:002008-08-31T18:26:00.000-06:00Oh, honey. I don't know what to say except I'm her...Oh, honey. I don't know what to say except I'm here for you. I don't know one perfect person. Not one. But that does not make you unlovable or even unlikable. You're you and you're loved.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-53239915333090444252008-08-31T17:56:00.000-06:002008-08-31T17:56:00.000-06:00Deacon Blue, really......<A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ck1N1I-LzWc" REL="nofollow">Deacon Blue, really......</A>Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-9797030751996208762008-08-31T17:49:00.000-06:002008-08-31T17:49:00.000-06:00you know, you are what you are Utah.........and li...you know, you are what you are Utah.....<BR/><BR/>....and life is what it is..... in many ways you're extraordinary, and in many ways you're just like every other human being.....<BR/><BR/>......extraordinary, just like every other individual human being..... human beings that one day become that final period at the end of an entire life's story.....<BR/><BR/>.....you're beauty is that you are reflective, even on your own ugliness and magnificent even in your human flaws....<BR/><BR/>......when you go, i'm sure that it will be in your own way..... with dignity and a kind of modest chagrin......<BR/><BR/>......as i've said before, though you tell all, i never get a sense of self-pity, or seeking pity.....<BR/><BR/>......it's more a kind of cocktail of self-realization, with an understanding of your own participation in your condition....<BR/><BR/>yet with profound comprehension and resignation that you are in fact ultimately unable to change your spots.....<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8S2hv7uVxxY" REL="nofollow">Deacon Blues</A>Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.com